The camera then lifted to show cum dripping from the woman's chin as she looked to the side at another shadow approaching. They were glistening with sweat and as the camera held to them a glob of cum dripped and slurped on one and then another slurped onto the other. The camera lowered to the back of his thighs and when he moved away it held to the woman's tits. He thrust and let out a loud groan and then thrust a few more times and held firm with his but quivering and his load obviously erupting into the woman's mouth. His hips were rolling and the woman's fingernails were pressed into his butt. He had straddled the woman and he was holding her head and obviously fucking her mouth. The camera slowly panned back around and focused on the bare back of another guy. In all there were about fifteen guys from his work. The camera slowly swept around to another wall and there were another ten guys lined up there and it moved to a third wall where there was another dozen with more faces John recognized. The camera was panning back and it showed the wall was lined with about fifteen guys, all in various types of underwear and working their cocks. There was a third that John thought he recognized and then a forth and a fifth. The camera then moved again and there was another man standing beside him. He appeared to be looking at the woman on the floor. The camera drifted away and swept slowly across the wooden floor until it reached a wall and there it panned up and focused on the face of a man. She was writhing and splaying her legs to allow the guy access.
#Gay cum drinking from glass skin#
It was oozing between his fingers and he was wiping it from her skin and mashing it into her cunt. The guy moved back a little and his hand reappeared with his fingers delving into the slop and working it into her folds. It was a thick, heavy spurt and it was followed by another and another and then the cock was levered down so the last of the guy's cum flooded into the open lips.
The hand was vibrating over the head and it came into view just as a jet of cum spurted and slurped over the woman's pussy. The lighting intensified and the shadow of a hand working a cock was clearly defined. The guy's hand then moved away and the camera remained focused on the woman's pussy. It pressed gently and easily slipped in and then it searched around a little, smearing her juices into her folds while she arched her hips and opened her legs a little wider. They moved and the middle finger pressed into the open gash between the woman's pussy lips. There were the fingers of a hand in view, sort of pressed against her other thigh and they were obviously masculine. The camera continued it's slow journey taking in her thigh and pausing for a moment, and then moving again to display a completely shaven pussy. It showed her knee and as it did her other knee scissored across and then sharply moved away again. The camera had stopped there but it again moved, following the line of what was then obviously a woman's leg. It moved quite sharply, as if the owner was sitting or laying and had just been tickled or prodded or something. It was a bare foot, a woman's he thought. The camera moved slowly until black filled the screen and suddenly a foot appeared. It was a little out of focus but it cleared and then the camera was moving and a black mat about three inches thick came into view. The screen just showed a bare wooden surface, something like the floor of a basketball court. There was no previews or introduction of any kind. He scratched his balls and tipped the open beer up again, burped, and then flicked play on the remote. "What's it a fucking ransom demand?" he went on, slipping it into the video player and slumping back onto the sofa. "A video for fuck's sake," he said to himself. He picked up the post pack and ripped it open. He put down the beers on the coffee table and scratched his ass before stuffing more of the crackers into his mouth. He fished into an open box of crackers on the sideboard and stuffed a few into his mouth then collected a second beer and strolled back to the living room. He opened a beer and tipped it back, sucking in half the contents, then he burped and wiped his chin on his sleeve. He walked in through the living room and flicked on the tv, tossing the post pack onto the sofa on his way to the fridge. John collected the post pack from the passenger seat and got out of his car, slamming the door on the end of a hard work day.